At this time, Su Changxiao's unwilling voice came from behind him.
King Zhao glanced at Su Changxiao coldly, "You can sleep alone tonight, I want to see the princess!"
With that said, he quickly ran towards Liuxiang Courtyard.
Seeing King Zhao's anxious back, Su Changxiao was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She slapped the door with her palm, her eyes filled with blazing anger.
How is she worse than Li Tianwei?
Why doesn't King Zhao like her?
She has already done this, but King Zhao is still thinking about that bitch, which makes her really angry!
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When King Zhao arrived at Liuxiangyuan, he saw Nan Xing kneeling on the ground. She was holding Princess Zhao in her arms, crying uncomfortably.
Princess Zhao's wrists were covered in blood and it was flowing gurglingly. Her eyes were closed tightly. She didn't know whether she was unconscious or something else.
"Weier!"
King Zhao quickly ran over and hugged Princess Zhao in his arms.
He shook her tremblingly, then tremblingly explored her breath.
"Fortunately, I'm still angry.
Butler, is the doctor here?"
King Zhao roared angrily.
The butler's panting voice immediately came from outside, "Here you come, Your Majesty, the doctor is already here."
The doctor lived in Prince Zhao's Mansion, so he came very quickly.
As soon as he ran into the room, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He quickly rushed over with the medicine box, "My lord, help the princess to the bed quickly, and I'll stop her bleeding first."
"good."
After King Zhao finished speaking, he took Princess Zhao into his arms and gently placed her on the bed.
When he held her in his arms, he discovered that Weier was so light, and her weight didn't look like pregnancy weight at all.
But she is obviously seven or eight months old, and she is still so light, which shows how much weight she has lost recently.
After the doctor finished speaking, he quickly picked up Princess Zhao's wrist and observed it, and then said, "Fortunately, the cut was not deep. If the cut was deeper, it would be dangerous!"
After saying that, he quickly sprinkled some hemostatic medicine on Princess Zhao's wound, then took out gauze from the medicine box and bandaged her wrist.
Hearing what the doctor said, King Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Princess Zhao was still in a coma and did not wake up.
King Zhao looked up inadvertently and saw a few lines of words written on the rice paper on the table.
He quickly picked it up and saw a few poems written on it.
Wiping tears in front of the flowers is full of emotion, and playing the piano under the moon is full of regret.
Watching the two swallows in tears, quietly looking at the soul of the empty bed.
His heart trembled, this was a life-threatening poem.
She must have wanted to commit suicide when she wrote this poem.
Seeing this poem, he remembered the scene when he planted flowers for her, she wiped his sweat, and fed him hibiscus cake.
I also remembered the scene of him and her playing the piano under the locust tree, causing the birds to fly.
But those things have gone away, and he hurt her so severely that she lost hope and chose to commit suicide.
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At this time, Princess Zhao on the bed had slowly woken up.
Seeing this, Nan Xing said excitedly: "My lord, the princess is awake, it's great!"
"Weier, are you awake?
Are you okay? Does your hand still hurt?"
King Zhao rushed to the bedside, caressed her little face with his left hand, and held her hand tightly with his right hand, with a look of distress on his face.
Princess Zhao did not expect that King Zhao would come to see her.
She looked at him faintly, her eyes stagnant, and her voice was cold, "Isn't it tonight that you and your concubine have a wedding night? What are you doing here?"